06-09-2015, 10:51 AM
Missed a lot of details in this one, it was a dream that seemed to last all night. The part that got my attention the most was when I was waking up. I had a vision of the words "The Great Cleansing". I thought this was important and wanted to remember it but started to doze again. Something prodded me, to wake up more and remember it. I kept inserting words into the phrase, but there was something poking/prodding me to remember it correctly. Finally the words fell into place again visually and I fell back to sleep for a little bit, peacefully.
Here is the dream I was waking from.
I had a new car and was traveling to an event, feels work related. Feels like I have a good portion of my life packed up in the car. And I'm heading east.
I get there and there are these apartments I'm supposed to be in. Sort of like a hotel. They have adjoining rooms. They are very new and clean. I make myself at home.
Then I'm attending the event. It's in a huge, multi-room, maze-like building of bars and theaters. It's some sort of showcasing event for music. There are different types of music coming from each area. People are gathering for cocktails and introductions, catching up, similar to events that I attend in my waking life for work. It's uplifting and exciting. There is a buzz about the performers. Chris Cornell is going to be playing. There's mixed reviews on this, most people think it's a hilarious joke and aren't interested. I'm curious.
There's a ton of my extended family there now. Like everyone, all my aunts and uncles and grandparents, those who have passed and those alive. All of my friends too. My dad and stepmom. We move from room to room watching the entertainment (there's only one that I can remember and it was on a screen in a theater and it was an error screen I've seen on phones in my dreams before, rotating itself in and out - the rest were bands/performers). In between the showcases, I'm walking in the hall (which is big, feels more like a mall). There is a guy that approaches me, I recognize him and he says "remember you and I went on a match dot com date many years ago? See I still have your profile." He pulls out two pieces of folded paper from his pocket and there is a picture of me. He says "you are still as confident and sexy as you were back then". I'm uncomfortable, what guy would save that and carry it around. I move along, knowing that I've hurt his feelings. He was nice, but that was creepy.
This all seems to go on for a couple of days. At one point I need to go back to the room to change. I'm informed I need to move rooms. The new rooms are at the far end of the building and I'm being transferred to older rooms that are closer to the events. It seems there are 3 models of rooms, very similar but different in newness and cleanliness. I'm in one of the oldest rooms now and am sharing it with people. Older people that I don't know but trust. I need to use the toilet. It's very wobbly on it's foundation. I look at the base of it and see that it's on a ball joint, so moves easily. Also, that which was supposed to land in the toilet did not so I have to pick it up and put it in the toilet. It does not seem dirty to me, or unappealing to do so.
Back at the event, it's the last day. We are going to have one last round of dinner, drinks and events together. I ask my table what they would like to eat and I take orders from my dad and stepmom. They want chicken and she says "one big beer would put me right where I need to be and I will sleep well". I go off to make the order. I'm sidetracked by a friend (can't identify her). She wants to join me but doesn't like the music in the room that I'm intending to order from. She wants to go upstairs to a different room, she thinks it's more relaxing.
Now I'm outside of the building. I'm with the girl and 2 guys. We are walking on the street, it's twilight and we are "playing hooky". One of the guys, gets a phone call and says "sugar? yeah we'll be there soon". It's a new drug and he's going to get us some. We don't believe him but he walks up to a yellow house and comes back with 3 bags of white substance. He puts it in 4 cigarettes and hands them to us. We light them with torches. One of the cigarettes is bent and it falls. I go out in the street to get it when my girlfriend behind me says "um, X? Look at this". I bend down and the stuff in the cigarette has fallen out. There are round jelly bean sized, milky colored pieces on the ground. We eat them. I start to feel myself hallucinate. I just remembered, I forgot to get my dad and stepmom's chicken. I'll call dad and tell him. But when I look at my phone, I start to feel dizzy and I fall and crack the screen on the phone. Then the drug takes over and I'm out of it. There are some scenes here but they are short and senseless.
Now it's the next morning and I have to go back home. I am making my way back to the hotel with these friends. We hop train tracks and seem to have a lot of obstacles along the way. My clothes are torn, and I don't have a bra on, one of the guys is carrying my shoes and bra. He ties my bra up in strange knots. This is what he is known for, tying things in knots. I realize that my grandma's house is on the way back to the hotel so we stop there. There's a lot of activity, aunts cooking and kids running around, my grandma is watching TV and smoking an electronic cigarette with a cigar hooked to the end of it. I think "Grandma sure loves her cigars". (which she doesn't, to my knowledge).
I need to get home, where's my car and my clothes. But I'm hungry. I'm back at the hotel in my room eating a bit of leftover steak from one of my meals the previous days. I'm ravenous. Dad comes in and says "Well is that why you never came with our chicken?" I say "it's a long story"....I intend to tell him but not now, there are the old people in my room. I have to move an old man's head to retrieve some of my belongings. I tell him he can sleep now as I lay his head back down. Dad says "well hopefully it was fun?" I just nod, but I'm confused. I don't know if it was fun, it was a blackout. I broke my phone, that's not fun.
I have to go get my bra. I realize I'm topless now. I go back to grandmas to get it. WHY do you have to tie things in knots, I think, and it's difficult to put the bra back on. I'm not bothered by the fact I'm topless in front of family and friends. Then there's grandma again with her cigars. My cousin is there asking if we tried that drug. Yes. How was it? I don't remember. She somehow shows me images of her and her friends on it, they are in their underwear rolling around together, not sexually, but more like in bliss. I say "that didn't happen to us" even though I can't really remember. One of my friends looks at me like "yes it did...you don't remember?"
I have two vehicles now and I have to figure out how to get both of them home. One of them is borrowed. (did I go back home and get it when I was on the drug?) I'm trying to figure this all out when I started to wake up.
EDIT: I might add that I'm feeling extreme anxiety today after recounting this dream. A foreboding feeling that I can't shake, it's interfering with my daily routine. Could be entirely personal...I am under high stress at work. Regardless, it's incredibly uncomfortable.
Here is the dream I was waking from.
I had a new car and was traveling to an event, feels work related. Feels like I have a good portion of my life packed up in the car. And I'm heading east.
I get there and there are these apartments I'm supposed to be in. Sort of like a hotel. They have adjoining rooms. They are very new and clean. I make myself at home.
Then I'm attending the event. It's in a huge, multi-room, maze-like building of bars and theaters. It's some sort of showcasing event for music. There are different types of music coming from each area. People are gathering for cocktails and introductions, catching up, similar to events that I attend in my waking life for work. It's uplifting and exciting. There is a buzz about the performers. Chris Cornell is going to be playing. There's mixed reviews on this, most people think it's a hilarious joke and aren't interested. I'm curious.
There's a ton of my extended family there now. Like everyone, all my aunts and uncles and grandparents, those who have passed and those alive. All of my friends too. My dad and stepmom. We move from room to room watching the entertainment (there's only one that I can remember and it was on a screen in a theater and it was an error screen I've seen on phones in my dreams before, rotating itself in and out - the rest were bands/performers). In between the showcases, I'm walking in the hall (which is big, feels more like a mall). There is a guy that approaches me, I recognize him and he says "remember you and I went on a match dot com date many years ago? See I still have your profile." He pulls out two pieces of folded paper from his pocket and there is a picture of me. He says "you are still as confident and sexy as you were back then". I'm uncomfortable, what guy would save that and carry it around. I move along, knowing that I've hurt his feelings. He was nice, but that was creepy.
This all seems to go on for a couple of days. At one point I need to go back to the room to change. I'm informed I need to move rooms. The new rooms are at the far end of the building and I'm being transferred to older rooms that are closer to the events. It seems there are 3 models of rooms, very similar but different in newness and cleanliness. I'm in one of the oldest rooms now and am sharing it with people. Older people that I don't know but trust. I need to use the toilet. It's very wobbly on it's foundation. I look at the base of it and see that it's on a ball joint, so moves easily. Also, that which was supposed to land in the toilet did not so I have to pick it up and put it in the toilet. It does not seem dirty to me, or unappealing to do so.
Back at the event, it's the last day. We are going to have one last round of dinner, drinks and events together. I ask my table what they would like to eat and I take orders from my dad and stepmom. They want chicken and she says "one big beer would put me right where I need to be and I will sleep well". I go off to make the order. I'm sidetracked by a friend (can't identify her). She wants to join me but doesn't like the music in the room that I'm intending to order from. She wants to go upstairs to a different room, she thinks it's more relaxing.
Now I'm outside of the building. I'm with the girl and 2 guys. We are walking on the street, it's twilight and we are "playing hooky". One of the guys, gets a phone call and says "sugar? yeah we'll be there soon". It's a new drug and he's going to get us some. We don't believe him but he walks up to a yellow house and comes back with 3 bags of white substance. He puts it in 4 cigarettes and hands them to us. We light them with torches. One of the cigarettes is bent and it falls. I go out in the street to get it when my girlfriend behind me says "um, X? Look at this". I bend down and the stuff in the cigarette has fallen out. There are round jelly bean sized, milky colored pieces on the ground. We eat them. I start to feel myself hallucinate. I just remembered, I forgot to get my dad and stepmom's chicken. I'll call dad and tell him. But when I look at my phone, I start to feel dizzy and I fall and crack the screen on the phone. Then the drug takes over and I'm out of it. There are some scenes here but they are short and senseless.
Now it's the next morning and I have to go back home. I am making my way back to the hotel with these friends. We hop train tracks and seem to have a lot of obstacles along the way. My clothes are torn, and I don't have a bra on, one of the guys is carrying my shoes and bra. He ties my bra up in strange knots. This is what he is known for, tying things in knots. I realize that my grandma's house is on the way back to the hotel so we stop there. There's a lot of activity, aunts cooking and kids running around, my grandma is watching TV and smoking an electronic cigarette with a cigar hooked to the end of it. I think "Grandma sure loves her cigars". (which she doesn't, to my knowledge).
I need to get home, where's my car and my clothes. But I'm hungry. I'm back at the hotel in my room eating a bit of leftover steak from one of my meals the previous days. I'm ravenous. Dad comes in and says "Well is that why you never came with our chicken?" I say "it's a long story"....I intend to tell him but not now, there are the old people in my room. I have to move an old man's head to retrieve some of my belongings. I tell him he can sleep now as I lay his head back down. Dad says "well hopefully it was fun?" I just nod, but I'm confused. I don't know if it was fun, it was a blackout. I broke my phone, that's not fun.
I have to go get my bra. I realize I'm topless now. I go back to grandmas to get it. WHY do you have to tie things in knots, I think, and it's difficult to put the bra back on. I'm not bothered by the fact I'm topless in front of family and friends. Then there's grandma again with her cigars. My cousin is there asking if we tried that drug. Yes. How was it? I don't remember. She somehow shows me images of her and her friends on it, they are in their underwear rolling around together, not sexually, but more like in bliss. I say "that didn't happen to us" even though I can't really remember. One of my friends looks at me like "yes it did...you don't remember?"
I have two vehicles now and I have to figure out how to get both of them home. One of them is borrowed. (did I go back home and get it when I was on the drug?) I'm trying to figure this all out when I started to wake up.
EDIT: I might add that I'm feeling extreme anxiety today after recounting this dream. A foreboding feeling that I can't shake, it's interfering with my daily routine. Could be entirely personal...I am under high stress at work. Regardless, it's incredibly uncomfortable.